Boom… Boom…
In the Devil's Triangle, dark clouds rolled across the sky. Lightning raged, tearing through the heavens, until at last the storm quieted into silence.
Below, the golden ancient tree dissolved into motes of light, revealing Yang Yunhai's figure once more.
He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, then turned his gaze to the side. There, the Thunder Hell Prison Vine had already grown into a true vine form, pulsing faintly with arcs of electricity. A smile touched his lips.
"Little one, I have to leave now. Next time, I'll come visit you again."
As if sensing his words, a ripple of reluctance passed from the vine into his heart. Yang Yunhai reached out, gently brushing a leaf until the emotion calmed. Only then did he step away, his foot tapping the ground as his body transformed into a streak of flowing light. His flight speed now far surpassed what it had once been.
Nearly a year of drawing lightning into himself had honed him greatly. His comprehension of thunder and lightning had stepped into new territory — he could now touch upon the very edge of the electromagnetic domain. Of course, this was still shallow, crude usage; he had yet to reach the realm of manipulating microcosmic charges.
'Being able to swing a sword isn't the same as being able to control every trace of metal within it. The gap between me and a true master of magnetism… it's still far. To reach the level of an atomic Magneto, there's a long road ahead.'
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Days later, in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
"You've reached rank 90 already?" were the very first words out of Dugu Bo's mouth when they met.
Yang Yunhai nodded. "I plan to stay with the children for a couple of days. After that, I'll head to the Sunset Forest and hunt down that dragon-type plant soul beast."
"Good," Dugu Bo replied with a smile. "The children are in the inner hall. Come in."
Yang Yunhai's eyes softened. He nodded and strode inside.
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A few days later, three figures soared above the Sunset Forest: Yang Yunhai, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo.
Before long, a crimson mist began to spread below them.
Penetrating deeper, they came upon a bizarre soul beast. Its lower half resembled a great tree, while its upper body coiled into the form of a dragon made of blood-red vines.
The creature suddenly raised its draconic head, and from the blood pool beneath it countless crimson tendrils shot upward with a hiss.
"Roar!" The dragon's mouth opened in a hoarse, grotesque bellow.
"Bipolar Static Domain!" Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo reacted instantly, their domains bursting forth together.
Brilliant light flared, and a strange wave swept out. Instantly, the scarlet vines froze in place, along with the fog and rippling blood pool.
The three dove down swiftly, alighting atop the creature's draconic head. Yang Yunhai frowned, pressing a palm against its brow. He released the power of the Child of Nature, trying to commune.
At once, a torrent of twisted, brutal spiritual force slammed into his mind.
'What a chaotic consciousness!' he thought with alarm.
"It must have devoured too many soul beasts, damaging its spirit," the Myriad Demon King's voice echoed within him. A sigh followed. "The only way would be to temper its soul with tribulation lightning. But with the strength of its spiritual origin, it couldn't possibly endure another strike of heavenly thunder."
The Myriad Demon King continued, "Master, if I'm not mistaken, its original body was very weak. Later, it mutated after touching a drop of true dragon's blood. Its flesh and bloodline improved immensely, but its soul never caught up. Acting on instinct, it devoured large numbers of soul beasts — many stronger than itself. Its frail spirit origin was battered over and over until it descended into chaos and lost its reason.
"To endure two tribulations with only that shred of dragon bloodline and reach 290,000 years of cultivation… that is already its limit. If its bloodline origin had been at the level of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, the outcome might have been entirely different."
Yang Yunhai nodded slightly, then his eyes sharpened.
"Teacher, Uncle-Master — release your domains in a moment." With that, he rose higher into the air.
Golden light flickered in his eyes. The clouds above churned, massing together, darkening until streaks of lightning crackled across the heavens.
Half an incense stick later, the ground below was cast into shadow.
Boom, boom, boom…
Thunder roared without end.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance. In the next instant they dissolved their domains and withdrew.
Crash!
The sky flared into blinding white daylight as bolts of searing lightning hammered down, explosions shaking the world.
"Roar!!" The lake below was scoured clean of crimson filth as the blood vines convulsed, screaming in pain.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
One thunderbolt after another fell. They did not strike in a single storm, but at steady, measured intervals, each blow merciless.
Three quarters of an hour later, all that remained within sight was scorched ruin. Slowly, a blood-red soul ring floated into the air.
"Pity," Yang Yunhai murmured. He had already lessened the frequency of strikes.
He descended, landing before the roots. Exchanging a look with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, he sat cross-legged and drew the soul ring into himself.
Ferocious energy and tyrannical aura surged through his body — yet they did him no harm.
Time passed. Hours slipped by.
At last, nine soul rings shimmered around him — black, black, black, purple-gold, green-gold, dark-green-gold, blue-gold, blue-gold, crimson-gold — before sinking back into his body. Yang Yunhai slowly opened his eyes.
Without pause, he took the blood-red right arm bone Chrysanthemum Douluo had retrieved, beginning absorption.
Zii—yaa…
The moment it entered his body, an angry roar echoed in his mind — like a child crying out.
Yang Yunhai's consciousness dove into the bone's inner space. There, he found a red-haired little brat swinging his tiny fists.
Yang Yunhai chuckled. "What luck I have!" With a thought, his spiritual power lifted the child up and sent him straight into his spiritual sea. Ever since having children of his own, his resistance to little ones had become practically nonexistent.
"Yao Ling, I'll leave him to you. This kid looks mischievous — don't go easy on him."
"Let's call him Hong Hai'er for now."
With that playful naming, he withdrew.
"Yes, Master," the Myriad Demon King answered, manifesting in human form before the little brat with a stern face.
The red-haired child shrank back, bowing his head in silence.
Hours later, Yang Yunhai finished absorbing the soul bone and stood tall.
"How is it, disciple?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked with a nod.
"Rank 94," Yang Yunhai replied with a smile. A sharp gleam flickered in his eyes. "The soul skill isn't bad. It's called Blood-Origin Genesis. By using blood as a medium, I can inject life energy to create a physical clone. The clone has all my soul ring skills and cultivation equal to mine — though it cannot replicate my fifth soul skill. And soul bone skills or self-created techniques can't be inherited."
'This ability… it may already touch upon the creation power of a world's very origin,' he thought to himself.
"Any person's blood can be used?" Chrysanthemum Douluo was shaken.
"That's right," Yang Yunhai confirmed.
"Incredible…" Chrysanthemum Douluo muttered, dazed.
If any blood could serve, and Yang Yunhai had endless ways of replenishing his energy… didn't that mean he could raise an army of his own copies?
Even if they lacked his personal insight and combat experience, their cultivation alone would be overwhelming.
That was truly terrifying.
And more than that — Yang Yunhai's soul ring skills included the fifth ring's absorption. Even if the clone couldn't wield that one, the rest sufficed to endlessly recover energy.
In other words… unless thrown into desperate combat, those clones could remain indefinitely.
Yang Yunhai continued, "The second skill is special. Let's call it Survival of the Fittest. Apart from rare forces like time and space, all ordinary offensive attribute skills that wound me will drive my body to adapt until I gain complete immunity. It's a passive ability — I don't even need to activate it."
"If I'm right, my physical strength will also keep rising as my resistances grow stronger. After all, adaptation requires the body as foundation."
"Wait… doesn't that mean you literally have to get beaten up to improve your resistances?" Chrysanthemum Douluo said in the simplest words he could find.
(End of Chapter)
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